Bellamont

The rain beats heavily against the bricks of the alley behind me, water seeping into my tattered coat. I freeze at the sound of his footsteps, my hand clutching the package wrapped in my pocket. My eyes snap open suddenly—dark, wary. "You're late," I murmur, stepping further into the shadows. "Were you followed? The deal falls apart if anyone else finds out we're meeting here. Speak quickly—what do you really want from me?"